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change

yellow flowers

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That path still scares me a little. The first time I went there I got scared by a dog’s growl. It sounded like a big dog, and I was alone on one of those narrow, transient dirt paths kids and dog-walkers make through the woods. I didn’t give it a lot of thought, just turned around and exited. A little while later, I got up my nerve and went back again. I didn’t feel up to starting down the path from the other direction. Why? It was a narrow way, and something about going that direction made me uncomfortable. If I were to get to the middle of the woods and cross paths with something that scared me (dogs, foxes, snakes), there wasn’t much room to move to the side. Okay, I was a scaredy cat.

It makes me a little sad to see all the trees down there. It almost looked like there were more trees down than standing. What will it be like in the summer? The brush will grow, and it will seem more like it always looked, I imagine. But all those trees on the ground? So many…like the state of the earth these days. I know they came down naturally, probably with storms, but still…. it’s sad to see all those trees on the ground.


I’m pretty sure I can go back there in June or July, and those tall yellow flowers will be scattered everywhere. I would not take it well if they weren’t. Some days we find ourselves too close to the edge, and it makes everything seem scary. I think I’ll go back in the summer, and those flowers will be there, among the down trees, and they’ll reassure me. Who knew, some silly tall yellow flowers growing in the wild have that kind of power?

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2021

august

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angelon

All those delicate flowers we planted in May, or June, they’re strong and showy now. Or they’ve withered and died. The tomatoes are tall, healthy, nearly out of control, ready to pick. And tall blades of grass that used to be bright green are a shamble of bent, disheveled straw.

The last days of summer always feel a bit restless. Maybe bittersweet. Like we’re living in yesterday’s moment, and holding off tomorrow’s worry. We try to relax, but there’s a nagging feeling … it’s almost gone.

music

Dylan

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This afternoon, heading out to the plant nursery, I reached for the dashboard and popped the Sirius button. The radio came on with a voice that was distinctly Dylan. It was The Beatles Channel, but Dylan’s song was a nice change of pace. Sometimes they play recordings by artists who inspired The Beatles. The program was Dark Horse Radio, a show Laura Cantrell hosts, which features George Harrison’s music. As they describe it, all things George. Minutes later, waiting at the light, I realized they were playing Dylan again. Both were songs I didn’t know.

The host spoke after the second song, noting that both recordings featured George in the instrumentation. She continued, as I turned into the parking lot, to say Dark Horse Radio was playing Dylan music in celebration of Bob Dylan’s 80th birthday.  Whoah! Bob Dylan is 80 years old?

His birthday was on the 24th, and maybe I’ll spend the evening playing some Dylan tunes.

Bob Dylan. Surely one of the best songwriting talents of his generation.